I've been debating ever since last Monday afternoon about whether or not I wanted to post about Boston. It's not that I don't have thoughts and opinions, but I don't know that I can say anything to really add value to everything else that is being said.
However, I am a runner. Even though I wasn't in Boston (though I appreciated the numerous phone calls and texts I got from family and friends last Monday to see if I was there and if I was ok), I still feel affected. This wasn't just about that race and those runners... it impacts the entire running community. If you're a runner, chances are that you knew someone who was there.
I was relieved to discover that the people I knew running the race were fine. I was relieved when only 3 lives were taken by this act (and not to discount those lives... three is still too many). I was relieved when the FBI determined who conducted this terrible act, and I was even more relieved when the suspects were found.
These terrorists picked the wrong community to mess with when they selected a running event to perform this act. I am proud of the way our community came together to help the FBI find who did this... by sending in pictures, by describing things they saw, and so on and so forth. I am proud of the way our country united to stand against this act. I am proud that we have organizations who could work so hard and quickly to find out who did it and to locate them. I am proud of the way our running community throughout the country and the world has held events in honor of those affected by this tragedy and that we have all brought our prayers together for Boston.
Last week was a tough week. Between all of this and the explosion in West, Texas, it can really get you down about the world we live in. On a personal level, I also had a tough week... it's all inconsequential stuff - our closet system collapsed for the second time (just a hassle to get the rental company to fix it and to do it right this time), I fell down the stairs in our house (I'm ok, but a little banged up), and one of my parent's cats started having seizures (they determined he has epilepsy) and then the other one started vomiting and was lethargic (they think he has an infection and will be ok, but we're still waiting to see)... it just felt like a week that would never end.
But the sun rises again. We have love. We have each other.
I ended up not working out the past 5 days or so. I just needed a break from doing so much. But it's a new week, and I have a new energy. I'm tackling my to do list and getting back on the fit train. Life keeps going, and I think we have to just keep our heads up and keep pushing forward.